Caught Up Navessa Allen Quotes

He's ruthless; a walking red flag. Good thing red is my favorite color.

Grab her hand in the streets and her hair in the sheets.

Something about a man on a bike scrambled my brain to the point that if I ever tried to speak to him, I’d probably blurt something stupid like, “Hi. Hot. Fuck?

One penis. For fifty years, Lauren.” She blinked and met my gaze. “Learn from my mistakes. Be a slut while you still can.

Get on your knees and pray

God bless women who weren’t afraid to tell you what they wanted.

That’s me, a real gentleman. Grab her hand in the streets and her hair in the sheets.

Just once, I wished someone else would make a goddamn decision so I didn’t have to think so fucking much all the time.

I don’t want to clip your wings, Lo. I want to see you fly.

Alec threw his shovel aside and dropped to his knees. “What’s in the box?” he yelled, doing his best Brad Pitt impersonation.

What are you going to do instead?” she asked. “I’m considering joining the priesthood.” She grinned. “Does that mean I’ll get to call you Daddy?” I nearly choked. “Isn’t it Father?” “Tomato, tomahto.

She made me feel alive. She made me want to fight to keep living, to not let the monsters and the darkness win, because it was so much better being surrounded by her light. And if her penchant for taser play had taught me anything, she could more than put me in my place if necessary. She was my match, my queen, and I would spend the rest of my life worshipping her like one if she let me.

I’d said it before, and I’d say it again: Cat people were fucking weird.

Oh, god. Why was the sound of a man debasing himself so fucking hot?

So, what are you going to do if Junior pops up somewhere while you’re there?” “Hide,” I declared. “My hormones can’t be trusted around him.

Taking a deep breath, I turned her back around to face the wall, whispering into her ear, “Only for you, Lo.” And then I dropped to my knees.

Run, Lauren,” I said, unable to stop myself. “Make it good for both of us.

The look on his face was so… raw. So full of need and devotion and possession that I fell in love with him all over again.

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It had become my mantra because I had learned the hard way that if you give people second chances, they’ll only use them to hurt you more.

Every time I got around pregnant women and they started talking about what they were going through, it made me question whether or not I wanted to have kids, or at least whether or not I wanted to bear them myself. Surrogacy or adoption were looking real tempting right now.

My intentions. How to respond? There were so many options, so many fantasies I’d played out in my mind with her already. There was the one of waking her up in the middle of the night with a knife to her throat, but instead of turning the blade on her, I slid the handle between her legs and used it to edge her to the brink of insanity, teasing her but never giving her what she wanted despite how much she begged and sobbed for release. Or the one where I kidnapped her in the hospital parking garage, drove her into the middle of the woods, and told her to run as far as she could because what I planned to do when I caught her would make even the Devil weep.

Mom, please,” I interrupted. “No more nun jokes.” She had a godawful habit of comparing the weather to nuns’ unmentionable places. Some of the worst I’d heard recently were, “Dry as a nun’s fanny,” “Cold as a nun’s teats,” and “Windy as a nun’s arsehole.

For everyone ready to play.

This country loved shitting on immigrants, despite the fact that almost everyone here was descended from them,

by that Maya Angelou quote: “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It had become my mantra because I had learned the hard way that if you give people second chances, they’ll only use them to hurt you more.

So it is a weird request?” she asked. “Is it a food fetish or something?” Ryan reached out to grip her other side. “No, honey. It isn’t a food fetish.” Taylor looked between us, clearly confused. I dropped my voice. “The man wants to eat you. And not in a hot way.” Her expression flashed to shock. “No.” Ryan nodded. “It’s a cannibal fetish.” Taylor looked like she was going to be sick. “No.” “Is this your first one?” I asked. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IS THIS MY FIRST CANNIBAL?” she screeched.

Lauren was so determined to secure rights for sex workers because she was one herself. And I was her number one fan.

Lauren was so determined to secure rights for sex workers because she was one herself. And I was her number one fan. Just beneath her creator profile was a small button that allowed you to request a custom video from her. I tapped it and then sent my latest request, along with a message. Good job with Blackwell today. I’m proud of you. Now show me how proud you are of yourself, Lauren.

I wanted her to crave me, need me. Was it manipulative? All kinds of messed up? Absolutely. I didn't give a single, solitary fuck

What was it about a guy kitted out in motorcycle gear that was such a turn-on? Was it the badass stereotype? The fact that so many bikers had been depicted as rebels without a cause in film and TV? Or was it the anonymity of the helmet? Anyone could be underneath that thing, and I’d always had a bit of a mask kink.

I’d learned all her sounds, studied the way she made herself climax. It might have seemed obsessive, but it wasn’t; it was strategic. One day, I would use everything I’d learned against her, make her come faster than anyone else had, convince her that my hands and my tongue and my dick were made to get her off. I wanted her to crave me, need me. Was it manipulative? All kinds of messed up? Absolutely. I didn’t give a single, solitary fuck.

If hell had orgies, his cologne was what they smelled like: dark, smoky, with a seductive hint of spiced musk and the subtle tang of sadism.

I am not discussing my sex life with my grandmother.” That was a step too far, even for me. “Fine,” she said. “Just tell me that you’re having lots of it. I loved your grandfather more than anything, but my biggest regret in life is that I wasn’t a complete skank before I met him.

You can do it, Lo,” I said. “Show those aliens who the queen of Powder Mountain is.” She died instantaneously.

At five ten,

Let me go change, and I’ll tell you the whole story. I was halfway up the stairs when my phone rang. “Nonna” flashed across the caller ID, and

Earlier, she’d been so distracted trying to pretend she didn’t still want me that slipping a discreet tracker into her handbag had been child’s play.

This was what I got for spending so much time on BikeTok.

Then tell me what you do want.” She was quiet for a beat, but then a slow, evil smile spread over her face, and when she finally spoke, her voice was steady, unwavering. Determined. “I want you to grovel.

This spring had passed in a blur, kicked off by an accidental homicide that my idiot cousin, Aly, and her boyfriend committed.

My sexting channel is open if you want to see what a whore I'll be for you.

Josh materialized at my side. “Take another step toward her, Nico. I dare you.

Good boy,” he said. “Walter is a girl!” Taylor yelled past me for some fucking reason. Junior’s smile widened, eyes boring into mine, and I realized what she’d done. Oh, no. He parted his lips and dropped his voice into a bass growl. “Good girl.

Damn pain in the ass, jungle gym, fuckin’ bullshit.

You’re building your empire, brick by brick, with your own two hands. It’s not like I held a gun to the head of every one of your subs and forced them to follow you. they chose to because you’re damn good at your job. You make people feel seen and accepted. No matter who they are or what kind of hell they’re stuck in." My heart softened. Was he talking about himself?

Don’t feel bad for me, Lo. You don’t know what I’ve done in my life.” “So? Just because you’ve done bad things doesn’t mean you’re not worthy of my empathy.

Fuck, how could I get away from Dad without risking my relationship with her?

Fine.” I huffed, “I went boneless like the submissive slut I am. […] Those fucking green eyes of his stared straight into my horny little soul. I couldn’t help it!

Whenever i got close to him, the rational part of my brain fucked off to the moon.

I’d said it before and I’d say it again, cat people were fucking weird.

I hurt her once already. I don’t want to do it again.” “What makes you so sure you will?” Josh asked. I dropped to my hands and faced him, letting my own monster shine through. “Because all I do is hurt people.

Nothing is ever black and white, not even the mob.

There wasn’t anything else to compare it to. Words like sweet, bitter, sharp and musky. Descriptors that most women didn’t want to hear since they didn’t sound like they should taste good, but they fucking did.

I quickly looked away. My mouth dry. My nether regions… not.

No, I hadn’t figured out how to get free from my father yet but I needed to find some way to do it and fast because it was time for a new chapter of my life to start. I was done fucking around on the internet like some weirdo. I needed to see Lauren. In person.

What are you doing here?" I leaned in too, glad for the excuse to get close to her, "Filing my taxes. You?" "Filing a restraining order.

I’d spent nearly a decade keeping my distance from Lauren, and god help anyone who tried to get between us this time.

my submissive little soul lit up with pleasure.

Good job with Blackwell today. I’m proud of you. Now show me how proud you are of yourself, Lauren.

Nope. Stop that, I told myself. You’re trying to be a better human being, and homicidal thoughts like that aren’t helping you find her.

No signs of a murderer, but I didn’t let my guard down. The spiders could be anywhere.

a murderer, a cannibal, thousands of tiny spiders waiting to crawl all over me. I don’t know what it said about me that the last possibility was the only one that freaked me out.

Was it manipulative? All kinds of messed up? Absolutely. I didn’t give a single, solitary fuck.

Beside them, Taylor clutched the largest, floppiest of her dildos. Ryan looked over at it agape. “What are you planning to do with that?” “Dick-whip him,” Taylor said.

Walter is a girl!” Taylor yelled past me for some fucking reason. Junior’s smile widened, eyes boring into mine, and I realized what she’d done. Oh, no. He parted his lips and dropped his voice into a bass growl. “Good girl.” Behind me, Taylor let out a sound like a dying whale, clearly overwhelmed by her praise kink.

When I was done, he smiled. “That sounds like a complete shit show.” “You in?” “Fuck, yeah,” he said.

I don’t think that’s it,” Nic said. “After Fred ran my guard dog off, Maud threatened me with a knife.” I snorted. “Sure she did.

She was my match, my queen, and I would spend the rest of my life worshipping her like one if she let me.

Aly settled back in her seat. “Yeah, I do.” Josh wrapped an arm around her shoulders, smiling ear to ear, and I’d never been more grateful to have these two assholes in my life.